My least favorite part of my nighttime routine is washing my face. When that first splash of water shocks my face, I daily reconsider my affinity for black eye makeup, question my judgment in wearing three different mascaras every day, and rethink how necessary any of this makeup nonsense really is. That first splash of water creates in my mirror an image not too far off from resembling Heath Ledger’s Joker. And don’t even get me started on how my towel looks after I dry my face.
And then every morning I get up and the vicious cycle continues.
C'est la vie...
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I still can't believe that you wear three different kinds of mascara...
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